Kiss of the Silver Wolf (10 page)

Her mother a werewolf?
She scoffed out loud.
Not possible. Look at her. She'd been beautiful. Perfect.
She closed her eyes, thought back to happy times in high school—and flashed back to her mother and father fighting.

It had been in the middle of the night and she'd gotten up to go to the bathroom.

Her mother's voice sounded uncharacteristically whiny. “I really neeeed that medicine, Fred."

"The moon won't be full for another week."

"Noooo. I neeeed it now.” Her mother was crying. “Please, please, please."

"You're becoming addicted, Joanna. If I give it to you now, you'll never be off the damn drug."

"You bastard!” The distinct sound of a hand slapping a cheek had rung out in the house. A gasp. “Fred. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

A door had slammed.

Charlene had crept back to bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and cried herself to sleep.

She opened her eyes as the realization overwhelmed her. The signs had all been there, but she'd never had the family history to put them into context. Not until now.

She stared at the perfect picture of her mother.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Not.

"What happened, Mom? Where were you going that night?"

The police placed the accident on I-83, heading south, at about midnight. Why were they out at that hour? Were they heading to the genetics lab two exits away? Had her mother convinced her father to destroy his werewolf research? Who was she hiding it from? Why bother? Hoffman knew and was planning to fire her father soon.

"You wanted to protect me. You confronted Fred at a full moon."

Her mother must have been furious. Did she forget to take her medications—or did she skip them on purpose? Without medications, when the full moon of March came to collect her due, did Joanna change like Joey and the boys on the bus? Knowing how frightened she'd been, Charlene could only imagine Fred's reaction. In her rage, had her mother attacked her mate, clawing and biting him? Maybe the car
had
gone out of control. Or maybe Dad had felt he had no choice but to drive straight into a concrete buttress. Each, in their own way, fought to protect the next generation—her—from knowing the family secrets. And in the end, they both lost. Because, as Jethro said over and over, “Blood will tell."

An unbidden thought bubbled up in her mind.
What had her mother looked like in her werewolf form?
She sat down hard in an armchair, her mother's photo clutched in her hand. The fact that she found herself accepting the
possibility
of such a creature, and that she even
wondered
what her mother looked like when she changed overwhelmed her.

She took deep cleansing breaths and tried to think of rational explanations for all the strange experiences she'd had before coming to Eden. Her mother's monthly “migraines,” her brother's fixation with the moon, her
own
urges to go on long distance runs on nights when the moon was full. And, now, here in Eden, all the other weird events, even the visitation by the strange silver wolf. She stood up and walked back to the bedroom.

Next to the bed on the floor, she found a few strands of silver-white hair. The same color as Zack's. The animal's eyes had been the same as his, too. She whispered to herself, “I'm either going crazy—or I'm in love with a werewolf."

How could she leave Eden now? She found her family, her home—and a man who made her feel complete. Her soul mate.
There must be another solution.
Her mother and father had chosen a path that led to death. What should she do? Her mother struggled for decades to protect her perfect daughter—and died to keep the secret. Now that she knew, Charlene had to choose. But what should she do? Be
disloyal
to her mother and all the sacrifices she made for her? Or accept her hidden birthright and
destroy
the last vestiges of her mother's perfect human child? Was it all or nothing? Or was there a way to have a “mixed marriage,” like her parents, and live in
both
worlds?

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Chapter Eleven

Secrets Within Secrets Within Secrets

Zack pulled the bus, now empty of all riders except Joey, into Charlene's driveway. His beloved stood on the porch in a cobalt blue dress that accentuated her smoky blue eyes. Her berry red lips looked as if they were waiting for his kiss. His heart sped up, and his pants tightened at the thought of rubbing his hands across her breasts and hardened nipples.
Later, he would make love to her and lick her all over.

Not making eye contact, Charlene looked distracted and played with her bracelet. She approached the bus after it stopped, and climbed aboard.

"Hi there, Joey!” She signed and spoke at the same time. “Did you have good day?"

"Moon, moon, moon,” he signed. “Big moon."

Strands of hair fell into her eyes when she nodded, and she brushed them away. “Yes, there is a full moon tonight, but you'll be in bed before it rises.” She lowered the lift. “Now, let's get you an early dinner, so Zack and I can have a private conversation."

Joey's evening rituals took on a soothing quality for Zack, even as questions bubbled up in his mind. Charlene spoke very little to Zack directly, instead keeping her focus on Joey for the next hour. When she met his gaze, her eyes slid away from his, as if she was afraid of what she might see. He wondered if he repelled her now that he had revealed his true identity to her. Had it been too soon? Part of him wanted to drag the truth out of her, but his other, fearful self was relieved at her silence. Too soon dinner was over, Joey bathed and in bed, and she led him by the hand out onto the porch.

"It was
you.
You came to me last night."

"Yes. I wanted you to see who I really was."

Her smoky blue eyes changed, grew darker. “You're a man and a wolf?"

His breath gushed out. “Yes."

Her lower lip trembled—she looked as if she might cry. The love of his life took a deep breath. “Are there others?"

He took both of her hands into his and gazed deep into her eyes. “I think you know the answer to that question."

"My father?"

He shook his head. “One hundred percent human."

Her nails dug into his palm. “My mother?"

He nodded.

"So that makes me—a half-breed.” She shook her head. “A genetic condition—just not one most people can talk about."

Zack worried as he watched doubt and fear chase each other across her face.

Would she stay? Or would she run away?

She yanked her hands away and his worst fear—losing Charlene—clutched his heart and soul. Instead, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Zack's dread of her being disgusted by him evaporated in a rush of lust. His hands found her breasts and stroked her nipples.

She moaned. “I want to be with you
always
."

"It's not just about you and me. It's about our family, the pack,” he growled. “Jethro's ready to let me take charge. The pack can only survive with a new pair of leaders. All the men—except your grandfather—have died young from years of inbreeding. That's why they need us so desperately. And we need them, too."

"What do you want me to do?"

He stopped nuzzling her neck. “I have to bite you hard enough to draw blood. If I do that, you can
never
be fully human again. There's no going back."

A pained look crossed her face and tears welled up in her eyes. “My mother gave up her life to protect me, to keep me human. I want to be with you always, but—"

Zack took a deep shuddering breath and moaned. “Your mother was right to protect you, to be afraid for you. Once you make the change, you won't be able to resist the call of the moon. You'll be persecuted. Hunted. Your mother knew."

"When I'm with you here, in this place, the world is brighter, fuller, happier.” She put his hand between her legs and whispered, her voice husky. “You do
this
to me.” She was wet and trembled at his touch.

His heart jumped erratically in his chest. He tore himself away from her and stepped back—afraid he wouldn't be able to stop once he started.

"Without us, the pack will die out. You and I can make babies, Charlene—healthy ones. But you must
choose
to become one of us."

"Healthy werewolf babies, Zack? Or babies like Joey?"

He snarled. “No. That evil creature—that predator caused Joey's disease, and all the others. I left your mother's letters for you so you would know from her, not just from me. He wasn't like us. He was one of
those people—
” He bit back the rest. He wanted to tell her, but Jethro had forbidden him from speaking their name for fear of conjuring one up.

The fading sunlight made her blonde hair glow like gold. A bewildered look creased her beautiful face. “What are you talking about?"

Zack turned on his heel and stamped toward the bus. “I have to see Jethro. Now."

"I don't understand,” she called after him. “What
was
he?"

He had to see the Old One, bring him here, force him to tell Charlene the truth about Oblis and his evil clan of jinn. She needed to know that a genie could live for thousands of years—and that the blood feud between the clans began when King Solomon favored the loyal and obedient werewolves over the disloyal and disobedient genies.

Charlene watched the bus until it was a yellow dot in the distance. Was he angry with her? Had she driven him away with her questions? She loved him with all her heart, but couldn't make this momentous decision. Not yet. She needed time to process everything, to get her head around her mother's history and her own possible future. Even though it was early evening, she was exhausted. Charlene climbed into bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

In a dream, she saw herself married to Zack, pregnant with werewolf babies—and they were trying to claw their way out of her. She doubled over in agony, looked down, and her fingers turned into claws. She screamed and woke up with cold sweat dripping down her back and between her breasts. She took a deep cleansing breath, got up and opened the window. The full moon peeked over the horizon, enticing her to come for a run, like in the old days when her parents were alive and her life was a protective cocoon.

A man whispered. “Come to me."

She looked around. “Zack? Where are you?"

"Come to the woods, come to me. I
need
you."

The whispers thrilled her, setting a fire in her loins that only Zack could quench. She lost all other thoughts, could only think about how to get to him.

"Come to the woods. Leave your bracelet at home. I have a new one for you. Come to me."

"Yes,” she whispered as she dropped the bangle on the kitchen table and grabbed the keys to the minivan. “I'm on my way."

Zack found Jethro on his front porch, whittling a piece of wood.

"We have to tell her about
Them
. Now."

The Old One looked up at Zack, his eyes flecked with sparks of orange, as they did at the start of each full moon before the Change. “The more she knows, the more likely they'll come after her."

"You told me you kept the cause of Jessie's death quiet, to keep the pack from panicking—because of Oblis and his clan.” The younger man paced the porch. “Charlene's asking questions, is worried about having healthy babies, about joining the pack. She's afraid she'll have a baby like Joey. She needs to know the truth. From
you
."

The Old One ran his finger over the stick. “As long as she wears the bracelet and doesn't know the names of the evil ones, she's safe."

Zack snatched the piece of wood out of Jethro's hands. “Have you heard nothing I've said? She won't marry me until she hears the truth. And I can't force her to become one of us. She has to choose on her own."

The elder's eyes sparked orange. Jethro bared his teeth at Zack. “It's too much for her—she can't handle the truth."

"
She
can't? Or
you
can't? Let her decide what she can handle. She's not a child, she's a woman."

"Those
Other People
are powerful shape-shifters."

"All the more reason for her to know, so she can be on guard."

"It will sound like a fairy tale to her human ears."

"You
must
tell her."

A faraway look came into the Old One's eyes as he gazed into the distance. “Our pack goes back to the time of the great King Solomon. He enslaved the Jinn, forced them to build his temple. He commanded all creatures—including werewolves. But because of our great loyalty, we earned the right to one of his rings. She's still new to our ways. How will she understand our history and all that means to us
now
?"

"Your granddaughter will hear the truth in your words. You once told me she had more loyalty to her family than I did. You
must
tell her."

The Old One stood slowly and shook his head. “This is a fool's errand, you'll see.” He called out to his mate. “We're going to Charlene's. I'll be back before the Change."

Hair loose, blue eyes flecked with gold and her face more youthful looking as the Change approached, Rebekkah appeared in the doorway. “About time you told her."

Zack realized she'd heard the whole argument.

She pulled the door behind her. “I'm coming with you."

With the full moon rising, a sense of urgency seized Zack and he rushed them into Jethro's pickup truck. “I'm driving."

He flew down the dirt roads, hitting potholes and tearing around corners. The brakes screeched as he slammed them on in front of Charlene's house. The front door was wide open and the minivan was gone.

He leaped out of the vehicle and took the porch steps two at a time. “Charlene? Where are you?"

Jethro and Rebekkah came up the stairs behind him.

Zack turned. “She's not here. Where the hell is she?"

Rebekkah peeked into Joey's room and returned to the kitchen, a stunned look on her face. “She left her brother alone. She would never do that."